Scotch Wooing: Or,
JOCKEY of the Lough, and JENNY of the Lee:
Jockey Wooes Jenny, for to be his Dear,
But Jenny long time is in mickle fear;
Least Jockey should be false or prove unkind,
But Jockey put that quite out of her mind,
So that at length they fairly did agree,
To strike a Bargain up, as you shall see.
To the Tune of, Jockeys gone to the Wood.
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DEar jockeys gone to the Wood
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and Dame jennys gone twa,
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Dear jockey would Court a good,
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but Dame jenny says nay:
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Come jenny my dearest love,
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prihee jenny fancy me:
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Thou art the blithest bonniest Girl,
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And the featest Lass,
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that ere jockeys eyn see.
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When Jockey had Wood her thus,
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she said prithee forbear,
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Thou Jockey art false I fear,
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and would Jenny insnare:
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Dear Jenny believe it not,
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that thy Jockey is untrue,
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For I do swear by all thats good,
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In this pleasent Wood,
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and by Bonnet thats Blew.
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O Jocky shame faw thy Luggs,
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for telling sike a Tale,
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It is not aw thy honey words,
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are like for to prevail:
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For Jenny is a harmless Lass,
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fearing for to be trappand,
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Although that Jockey is a Lad,
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But few like are to be had,
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in all fair Scotland.
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MY Jenny ner make a Din,
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but let us gang play,
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Since that thou art so neat and trim
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upon this Holliday:
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Ile give thee ale and spiced cakes,
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I, and love the tenderly,
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There we have a merry bout,
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And keep a Revel Rout,
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under the Green wood Tree.
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Dear Jockey I like it weel,
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a little sport to make,
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Yet do I fear that after all,
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poor Jennys heart sud ake:
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I wad not for a score of pounds,
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I should come unto disgrace,
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Then prithee Jockey get the gone,
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and leave thy Jenny all alone,
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in this uncouth place.
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O jenny ner tell me that,
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thy Jockeys sike a Loon,
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Thou needst not for to be afraid,
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by Jockey to lig down:
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For as I am a lively Lad,
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meaning to the honestly,
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Ile give the nothing that is bad,
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But the best that can be had,
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as Jenny shall see.
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O Jockey sud I beleive,
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tis sure what you say,
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And that you sud your Jenny leave,
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and basely gang away:
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My Jenny ile plight my Troth,
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ever to thee to be true,
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Then beleive me what I say,
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For I scorn to gang away,
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to make my Jenny rue.
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Why sud I not now believe,
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when dear Jockey does swear,
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By Bonnet and aw thats good,
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that ere Jockey shall wear?
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Then let us gang heam my dear,
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and be merry there a while,
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I love the heartily my joy,
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Thou art the onely Boy,
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on whom Jenny shall smile.
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My Jenny thou chearst my heart,
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to give thy consent,
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Thy Jockey will never start,
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but give Jenny content:
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A Trenchmore Galiard we will
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all for joy this very night, chave
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And ith morn wel gang toth Kirk
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Where ile see my Jenny smirk,
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as soon as day light.
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Thus Jockey and Jenny beath,
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agreed for to be wed;
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For Jockey he thought it long
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to have Jenny in Bed:
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Next morning to the Kirk they went
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finely wedded for to be,
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And at this time are man & wife,
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Living free and void of strife,
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in their own Country.
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